Today was my dad's birthday. He would have been 87 years young, or, as he would have told you, 49. He was always full of stories, he was very good at everything he did, always puttering around, and very often up for a good argument. I have lots of fond memories of my dad; we lost him three years ago. Today my daughter told me a friend of hers from school just lost her dad, and she asked if I could make a card for her to send. Of course, I was only too happy to do that for her. They may be adults, but still at a tender age to have lost a parent. Christi, my daughter, said that her friend, Jane, always had loads of stuffed animals in her dorm room, so she wanted a sweet card with a teddy bear. Here it is for you.
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